It’s graduation time, and everyone is leaving now. I hope they’re happy. I really, really do.
(Source: brightsquid, via oberstcult)
It’s graduation time, and everyone is leaving now. I hope they’re happy. I really, really do.
(Source: brightsquid, via oberstcult)
Drawing.
Another drawing.
Drawing of mine.
Kiss off into the air.
(Source: c-u-n-t-c-a-k-e, via blue-eyed-birds)
Found myself in the city. With the kind of beautiful noise, That tugs at The diseased mass of your entity. My father whispers, “The whole thing needs a power wash,” But I like it the way it is, Dusted over with life. Cradled in the gentle breast Of the country, Fed by the aeorta Of consistency. I drive on, Gas pedal, break, Gas pedal, break. Belle and Sebastian, windows open, Heart shut. I found myself in the city.
Tea.
Best picture I have ever taken.
She’s got a bleeding membrane, Diseased, rotting flesh. Inhaling calm. Snorting love. Injecting excitement.
Fuck.
flatsound /// my heart goes bum bum bum
you said take the violin that you hang on the wall
stick it under your bed before it crumbles and falls
just dont open your eyes before counting to ten
i can hardly remember, just the smell of your hands
as they danced on my body, running over my pores
with the force of steering wheel crushing my bones
i said you smell like the devil but you feel like the lord
and when i think of perfection you know i’m thinking of your
voice when you tell me you dont call him your baby
because that was the name that you rightfully gave me
and its foolish to share with someone else
and my heart goes bum bum bum bum bum
but you admit that you’re lonely, you’re as cold as a statue
pleading ‘fuck me’ on the marble that was used to create you
i can’t stand that you’re talking when you shouldn’t be living
i didn’t dodge all your bullets i just denied that they hit me
so when my body is bleeding i wont admit that this hurts
because admitting isn’t fixing so then what is it worth
so to say you’re unhappy is like saying you’re sorry
its nothing that i care to hear
so now the tears in your jeans are the holes in your armor
you’re the thoughts that i feared, you’re the mountain i’ve conquered
if i told you i loved you would you reach out and touch me
you taste like the ocean and your body’s disgusting
the only reason you breathe is to sleep through the night
the only reason you speak is to tell me i’m fine
the only reason you breathe is to sleep through the night
the only reason you speak is to state that you’re mine
and my heart goes bum bum bum bum bum
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